dudeimbatman | 76th Hunt [Accidental Video]

[Dean has got a flashlight duct taped to a sawed off shotgun so that he can hold it the right way and still see. There's an army duffel bag thrown over one shoulder and pushed across his back so that it's out of the way. He's definitely creeping through a house that is definitely not his or Mary's. It's Gothic, falling down, dusty, covered in cobwebs and clearly abandoned. Slices of the rooms and hallways he's walking through are revealed in splashes of yellow light from the flashlight-shotgun combo he's rigged.

He stops in one of the larger rooms, sets down the duffel bag, keeping the shotgun pointed in a general direction that's neither his feet nor the ceiling while he rummages in the bag. There's a flash of movement, the device is jiggled and it falls out of his pocket to roll across the floor. There's a ghost rushing at Dean with a scream. It slashes out at him, retreats and then comes in again. Dean fires the shotgun directly at the apparition and it disappears.]

Thanks for not makin' me find the EMF detector.

[He gets a bag of rock salt out and starts salting some doorways and windows when he's done, he picks up the bag, slings it over his shoulder and then grabs the device. He shoves that in his pocket and continues on his way.]

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But you've already done this floor.

[Sam is on to you, Dean.]

Maybe he's trying to be extra thorough?

[Dean grumbles a bit.]

Fine, you can take the basement with me. Watch my back. This place is creepy.

[And then he points a finger at Dulcie.] Be careful.

[Sam's not sure that's any more responsibility, but he's not going to fight Dean now. He glances dubiously at Dulcie and follows Dean down.]

So how come she's taking the top floor and I'm watching your back? She's a hunter?

[Dulcie watches the boys as they retreat. Then between blinks, she's gone again.]

[He chuckles and shakes his head.] Nope. The wings are real. She's an angel.

[He watches for Sam's reaction out of the corner of his eye. He sort of expects Sam to argue with him or at least not believe him.]

But the others, Castiel and Anna... [They hadn't had wings. Also, they seemed very, very serious. Not that you couldn't have serious angels and ones who paint murals and eat candy, but this is a lot to absorb.]

That's... not exactly how I pictured them.

[The fact that Dean's slept with something he's now attempting to convince Sam is an angel doesn't escape him. If he wasn't completely devoted to leaving Dean's sex life in a small, dark place he'll never find it, Sam would have some choice words.]

[While this enlightening conversation is going on, Dulcie is poking around the attic. She has a carton of salt gripped tightly in both hands. Not that she needs it, particularly, but it makes her feel involved. No grabby ghosts yet. If nothing shows up soon, she wants back in the less creepy place where the cute boys are...]

[She is always welcome where the cute boys are.]

[Five more minutes of this and she probably will. It's cold and lonely up here...]

Yeah...she's a little unconventional. [He's smiling as he says it though. He likes Dulcie: before the sex, after the sex and now he tries not to think about the sex too much. There was a weekend he thought she was his little sister.

Oh. So he probably shouldn't tell him about Anna. Not this one. And not the human one back home. The full fledged angel one he had something approaching a relationship with here.]

Sure, but Castiel just seems... I don't know, dude. Pretty clueless. [He
doesn't dislike Cas, at all, but the guy stares.] Anna seems pretty cool, though.

You have no idea. Cas is...he's good though. He's saved my ass a few times. [And then Dean hesitates because most of the time, Anna is cool. Unless she's breaking out of angel jail to kill their mom.]

Yeah. Anna's pretty cool. She spent a long time being human.

Yeah? How's that work, exactly? I mean, angels becoming human?

[He's still pay attention to his surroundings, but things don't seem so dire he can't discuss Dean's weird new friends. Weird, if nothing else, because Dean has friends.]

She chose to fall from Heaven. They ripped her grace out and she ended up here as a baby, grew up like a normal person 'til a year or so ago I guess. She started hearing the angels.

[Yeah it was weird for him too at first]

[Sam turns to look at Dean.]

That's kind of messed up, even for us.

Yeah....well. Our lives are awesome. [There's just a hint of sarcasm to his words.]

[Next time they turn around one of the angels in question is standing behind them, glowing slightly in the dim light.]

Hi! I got lonely. Also there aren't any ghosts in the attic.

[Sam doesn't grace Dean's comment with an answer, and he forgets it anyway as Dulcie appears behind them and Sam starts a little. Holy shit, angels are creepy. Like, literally, with the creeping up.]

Okay. So where is it?

[He wonders if it's a time sensitive thing, or something else they're missing.]

Not sure. I'm thinkin' we'll find the remains down here.

[He's used to angels popping in and out. He winks at Dulcie.]

The wings don't come with x-ray vision do they? 'Cause that'd be cool.

[He moves across the basement to kick at a bit of crumbling wall.]

If I do have x-ray vision, you should be worried.

[She grins back, before nodding towards a small door leading to a cellar.]

Through there.

Sweetheart, you've seen me naked. What exactly am I worried about?

[Yes Sam, deal with the fact that your brother banged the angel. Dean glances back at Dulcie then frowns. He's not going to doubt her. He reloads the shotgun, grabs his bag full of ghost burning things and kicks open the door.

What? You thought he'd just open it?]

[Nope! Because that would be subtle, and intelligent. But who's she kidding? Dulcie still thinks it's awesome. She moves in past Dean and walks to the centre of the room.]

She's down here. Under the floorboards.

76th Hunt [Accidental Video]

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